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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Treasure Being Found

Where did I put my heart?
I am so absent minded.
I would lose yesterday
if it were not for its indelible colors.
I find things in my pocket
and wonder how they got there.
A bead, a stone.
Why do I have pieces of plastic
and leaves touching my fingers?

Jackie finding treasure,
discovering the mysterious,
putting it in my palm for safe keeping.
And why does everything
look like a forlorn little sea in a glass
before dawn,
and then a dazzling curtain rises,
and all the atoms that burn inside me
become something that refuses to forget,
or be forgotten,
and Jackie’s words tell me again,
everything is life and love.

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